Archive for August, 2009

I finally figured out what Jay-Z was up to with the concept of the Blueprint 3.

Lightsaber rap.

When I first heard the leaked song ‘Ghetto Techno’ I thought that Jay-Z was coming out with Sprockets Rap which is also futuristic just not as lightspeed traveling as lightsaber rap.

Sure Sprockets Rap is accompanied with a laser light show and we know that Jay-Z loves lasers, but he also fux with Natalie Portman who we all know is Queen Amidala who was smitten by the charismatic, talented and agressive Anakin Skywalker.

Anakin Skywalker could have been the greatest Jedi ever, but he wanted it all no matter what the cost to others. Kind of like who you become when you sell crack cocaine to the people that you live with.

Wanting rewards with no consideration of the consequences to others is surely the path to the dark side (natch).

So when the Imperial Grand Moffs, more popularly known as the t.I.’s who run Live Nation, contracted Jay-Z with that handsome $150 million bounty I think he fully embraced the idea of being the Bossk of this rap shit.

That is where the H8rZ track comes in. Can’t you hear the lasers and lightsabers in the background dueling one another? I hear that shit, but I am also from the future.

When Jay-Z spits his verse on that fast rap shit he becomes one of the best rappers in the galaxy. The force is powerful in this dude.

The celebration that Brooklyn gave to MICHAEL JACKSON for his birthday was fit for a king. Better still THE KING. The sun peeked its face onto the thousands of people gathered in Prospect Park’s great meadow. Some will even say it was the humidity and dehydration that had some of Brooklyn’s most notorious hard rock gangsta’s passing out on the great lawn but I know better. The spirit of MICHAEL JACKSON came down to Brooklyn. He should have felt right at home.

Spreading love is definitely the Brooklyn way and it looked like the entire Brooklyn showed up for the party.

SPIKE LEE didn’t just put his weight behind this event. He actually showed up and kicked it.

DJ Spinna isn’t new to this, he is very true to this. Are you ready to jam extra hard before Jouvert this upcoming weekend? Then make sure you are in the building for the KeiStar Productions MICHAEL JACKSON vs. PRINCE shindig. Believe you me it is the ONLY way to prep your dancing legs for the West Indian Day parade.

Fux what you heard, for the past 30 years and counting Fab 5 Freddy has been the mayor of New York City.

HENRY is an NYC nightclub dancefloor legend and an MJ choreographer from the ‘Remember The Time’ video.

Bazaar Royale and his beautiful wife DJ BEVERLY BOND. The bonus in this image was that sister in the black leggings in the background. Big ass Brooklyn backsides for the win. Chea!

Brooklyn stays wylin’ and stylin’ on ’em.

Can you feel it? Can you feel it? CAN YOU FEEL IT?!?

MICHAEL JACKSON impersonators were in their absolute glory. I never understood the fascination that some people had with dressing up like Elvis. It all made sense to me on this day. The MJ impersonators were singing and dancing and making us happy with the memory of MJ. There was nothing weird about them. They were actually very magical. Just like the day was.

Getting this invite sent to me was like getting my birthday present exactly one month before my new year.

I’m an unabashed Wu stan and we all know that.

It’s prA’li my dream to be buried with my purple tape.

So it’s no big deal that I super stan out extra hardbody for Raekwon and Ghostface. These are the dudes that were my age and saw some of the same things that I saw. They described them in a way that my mind’s eye could immediately register. The Wu-Tang Clan was my escapist cinema soundtrack.

Enter The 36 Chambers – This was me and my dudes staying out late going to see karate movies on the Deuce in rundown pissy sensimile smokefilled theatres. Shaolin Avengers, Flying Guillotine and anything from the Shaw brothers. The Deuce was the livest shit I had never seen. people were fighting and pulling out guns and trampling each other. And when I snuck back out to 42nd Street the following weekend to the chagrin of my dad I found out that they were doing the same shit all over again. I was transformed. Hail Meg!

Return of The 36 Chambers – Ol’ Dirty Bastard is the one Wu member that I connected to the most. He was the most spiritual dude ever in rap music. I think he contained a part of every Clan member in his persona. Dirty would get wild. Dirty would get crazy. Dirty was filled with love even for people that didn’t love him or understand him. Dirty had compassion for humanity. Fuck that, Dirty was a Black man. This chamber is my Blaxploitation period. The movie this album describes is Coonskin.

Only Built 4 Cuban Linx – This was the greatest album I had ever heard. From the rhymes to the beats to the song interludes there was never an album in Hip-Hop that did the shit the purple tape did. Albums were only filled with songs. This album was filled with stories. The interludes offered narration to bridge the chamber’s chapters. The new album Only Built 4 Cuban Linx 2 is great, but nothing can duplicate this album in my life. The words and music were pulled right up off the concrete on the streets. Those were my dreams to have remarkable cream. They still are. Word to ThunderCracker. Rest in power.

On the rooftop of his record label’s Manhattan offices, Raekwon the Chef spit some of his Wu classics and some of the new hot shit from the Only Built 4 Cuban Linx 2 project.

As the sun was setting for the evening the sky in the background became purple.

I think that was Ol’ Dirty blessing this project that appears to be re-uniting the Wu.